*
the rain drops left behind
dancing
.
on grass and flowers reflect
undoubtedly
.
the world they came from
above
.
the brightest light to
come
.
.
.
May27
May20
Solitude Serves Me Well
*
before is the bird’s
song and the occasional
car passing by
then the refrigerator
freezing while shaking
the hot water boiler
or an airplane
far away the mailman
comes dropping
volumes of papers
we need to lift glance
at a minute then dispose
that’s how days roll
away how solitude
serves me well
.
.
.
This poem is from the California Notebook collection, available in paper book and digital format.
May13
The Look My Soul Has
*
in between loving cats
and feeding elders
roaming paths
it was the caressing
with my eyes of the olive
trees barks twisted by
the winds and the lack
of water – is that the look
my soul has – she had no
idea life was business
to attend same the church
and the cats and the elderly
.
.
This poem is part of the collection Not Rosaries Nor Missals.
–
May6
They
*
they panic no one
around the streets
.
no one in their cars
no noise nor pollution
.
they keep the tv loud
letting anger lash out
.
or let despair cover
their trapped bodies
.
they weep the chance
they resist they curse
.
.
.
May3
Anni fa…
*
Incontro un piccolo cane,
frenetico, affamato.
.
Si affonda nella spazzatura.
.
Disperazione, tenerezza,
pianto, le nostre miserie,
.
che lui incorpora ingoiando
immondizia, impudico.
.
Lui senza vergogna.
.
.
Inedita, Italy, 2011.
Apr26
Orizzonti
*
Ci ascoltavamo
senza parlare.
.
La lentezza
dello sguardo
dava alla
nostra storia
un ritmo lento
diluito.
.
Conoscevamo
orizzonti
fuori
dall’inquadratura.
.
Mettevamo a fuoco
ogni cosa e forse
lì
ci siamo spaventati.
.
.
Tratta da Imputami il peccato di voler sopravvivere – Ottobre 2010.
.
Apr21
I Dare To Hope April Is The Cruelest
*
I knew the hardest
was not being locked in
but the coming out
the count of the missing
ones their blinders
down as you take your
long missed stroll
.
that time has not arrived yet
.
but the count has
started once you get time
at hand the socials
platforms open up some
profiles have black
some tears and weeping
so far is two at day
.
way too high the number
of my friends who are no more
we are still on lock down
.
April is the cruelest month
I dare to strongly hope
.
.
Apr19
Altrove
*
Il cielo
non lo scorgevamo
gli occhi
chiusi sul desiderio
sdraiati nel cerchio
misterioso
già odoravamo di pane
occupavamo il tempo
ci riempivamo le mani
di carezze e il corpo
occupato uno con l’altro
credeva d’essere
altrove
.
.
Tratta da Colori Estivi, Giugno 2012.
.
Apr14
Sunny Awakenings
*
was dreaming of
sunny awakenings
sweet cuddling and words
few – tight together
.
was getting out to say
good morning – gratitude
will not fail me
a smile in spite
of everything
.
I will hold
happiness
between
my hands
.
.
.
Apr12
Esserci (a Pasqua)
Sundays’ posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
*
esserci
un giorno
dove il suono delle
ali delle farfalle
può essere ascoltato
disteso su un sorriso
vigile ai mutamenti
del mio corpo
stupore della gratitudine
mi incrino un poco
alla volta a vita
più profonda
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano, in quanto ad oggi, Buona Pasqua!
Questa poesia è pubblicata nel libro California Notebooks 02.
Apr7
A Place To Be
*
a place where
is no expectations
from others to be
some kind of perfect
god under sunshine
to relax where
everything in its
natural beauty lines up
me not too big
nor too small
for some people
doors where
my key wasn’t fitting
may be one
of my crazy dreams
.
.
.
Reverberations, Unpublished, 2013.
Apr5
Scadenze
*
Scavano forse
queste intenzioni
smuovendo terra dura
.
e cuori,
.
cadono piccole parole
spezzate dagli angoli della mia vita
cercano calore per nido
.
come avrei voluto esserti.
.
.
.
Scadenze, indedita, 2011.
Mar31
Well Defined
*
I will walk away from
the crowds and their buzz
finding an island to float serene
on way away from cravings
looks and strong odors
to my own shadow
well defined
.
.
Poem from the unpublished collection Intertextures – Crossing Rivieras, 2013.
Mar24
An Upside Down World
*
tonight
the moon is full
emptied from a thousand
engagements I lay in hot
water maybe illuminated
from the sky the silence
repose approaching
hidden from light
an upside down world
a somersault and a wriggle to
find myself wondering star under
inside some lights I turn off
before the thoughts – then the eyes
slightly vibrating
weightless in the space
I found within
Mar17
Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep…
*
it is right by the side
of the road the Cathedral
In The Pines Cemetery
as if you could just roll
off the side of the road
dead and ready to lay
where there are no fences
but some more noise to
endure or is it a reminder
when the sun hides
at sunset behind red
blood colored clouds
.
